The Act of Leaving

Travelling by car across the United States< i drove away from Florida on my way to my former home, San Francisco. As the hills sped by, I let go of my mental baggage. My husband and I took turns snapping photos. This painting is the result of one of my photos. The late afternoon sun cast horizontal shadows of the trees across the parched terrain. The hill did not seems solid. It slipped away, rapidly pacing the speed of our car. This is a small acrylic painting on wood panel, 11x14